Go tell Aunt Rhody, go tell Aunt Rhody
Go tell Aunt Rhody that the old gray goose is dead
The one she's been saving to make a feather bed
The old gander's weeping, because his wife is dead
The goslings are mourning, because their mother's dead
She died in the mill pond from standing on her head
Go tell Aunt Rhody that the old gray goose is dead